The Marquis of Aldridge is the eldest son of the Duke and Duchess of Haverford. Formerly a rake, he continues to use his reputation to hold matchmakers at bay
Jasper argued. And when she had convinced him, each of the powerful peers he fetched to Redfern raised further objections. “We are concerned for your safety, Lady Millchurch,” explained the Marquis of Aldridge, who had come in the train of Redfern’s eccentric and dissolute neighbour to the West, the Duke Read more…
A post in The Teatime Tattler Date: 20 July 1810 Just last month, this paper reported on the scandalous behaviour of two of the ton’s most outrageous rakes. Lord Overton comes to Town for a mere three weeks per year, but his shocking exploits with the Merry Marquis during that Read more…
Aldridge, as always when he had been with his father, returned jittery and bitter. No point in talking to him until he could think straight. All he wanted was the comfort of Becky’s body, and for days, she barely left the town-house’s great bed, as he expended his nervous energy Read more…
Lady Ballingcroft was now quite happy and, with a kiss for Hugh and another for Aldridge, left the room on Mrs Barlow’s arm. “And Bally will never know he has been Aldridged?” “He will suspect, my dear, when you start practicing the new tricks you have learned. Did I not Read more…
Alex handed Ella down at an emporium where they hoped to find presents for all those of the family expected for the festivities, with extras for those who arrived without announcement. They stood aside at the door to allow a couple to exit; the Marquis of Aldridge and one of Read more…
“I have heard a rumour. No. More than a rumour, for it was young Aldridge who told me, and he had it from his father, who was one of the King’s advisers on this matter. It is not official, mind, but I knew you would appreciate a warning.” Alex frowned. Read more…
“Mama?” At the sound of Aldridge’s voice, Eleanor, Duchess of Haverford composed her face, smoothing the slight frown that creased her forehead and forcing a smile as she greeted this beloved guest. “My love,” she said, as he crossed to press a kiss on the hand she raised for him, Read more…
Aldridge next approached her after dinner, sitting on the other side of the love seat she’d deliberately chosen in a shadowed corner of the great parlour, out of the direct view of the earl, who was playing the pianoforte, and the countess, turning the pages of music for him. “I Read more…
Aldridge never did find out how he came to be naked, alone, and sleeping in the small summerhouse in the garden of a country cottage. His last memory of the night before had him twenty miles away, and—although not dressed—in a comfortable bed, and in company. The first time he Read more…
Two hours later, Prue returned from the meeting with Tolliver. Allen opened the door to her knock. “There is a visitor, Miss Virtue. He asked for Mr. Wakefield. I told him the master was out of town, but he said he would leave a note, and then Mrs. Smith came Read more…